By the south borders of the Pan-human Alliance, the 105-fleet-strong counterinsurgency army, which had been formed to quell the Death Tri-region, was returning to the Alliance as fast as they could.
Capital ship, The Merry Goddess.
The fleet commander, Admiral Riberio, had his arms folded as he stood on the command deck, looking ahead at a flashing beacon. This beacon signified that they were entering the Alliance territory.
The red beacon flashed red at a steady rate. Riberio's weathered face finally revealed a rare smile.
"A report for the admiral; the fleets and their crew have all safely arrived."
Riberio looked outside through the viewing window and saw many wormholes opening all around. Alliance warships were appearing in succession on both flanks of his capital ship, forming a powerful combined fleet.
